This is such a unique take on that sense that something profound lurks...but if you turn too quickly or look too closely it vaporizes. It is like looking through the ice...and being tempted to push through it. I loved this piece.

That is so great about the novel! Thank you so much for your support! I can't wait to hear what you think of it. :) Yeah, the delivery times are strange...and will only get worse as the holiday season swings into high gear.

Long time, no chat. I'm about to remove my Blogger blog (I transferred everything to my site this year)and wanted to make sure to reach out so that I didn't lose contact with anyone. You're now in my Feedly app so I can read your posts regularly. I hope you'll stop by from time to time. Best wishes! Laura :)

There is a playful tone in your poem but at the same time it is underlined by this rather deep line of thought as to what is real and what isn't. I love, love, the last line. It's almost like a wink at the reader. Thanks.

In Search of Lost Time

A Member of the Shameless Lions Writing Circle

He leaped at me
from the faded tiles of
Ishtar's procession.
His claws sank deep
into my flesh,
the dust of all illusions upon us.
"What seek you?" he rumbled. "The brilliance
is gone,
the gold is ashes."
"One named Alexander," I said.
"He was once a god."

My Heart Only

In the orchard of pink grapefruit, I walk.
What gleams, what sparkles, so lively, so slyly,
In the hot well of this darkness?
No stars in the high, no glow worms in my skirts.
Only your eyes, your glare of sapphire.
Your mighty roar echoes for me alone,
Sweet and bitter.
Do not devour me, lion of my heart.
Let us sacrifice this ripe grapefruit.